Chapter 900 - 920: For You, I’m Not Afraid of Anything
"Get down! Don’t move!" Xia Xiaonuan was pressed under him, Situ Yan yelled to the driver, "Hurry up!"
A few of Situ Yan’s bodyguards rushed forward, knocked down the men with helmets, and immediately got into another car behind.
Follow quickly to ensure Situ Yan’s safety.
The car raced along the highway, the sound of gunfire fading into the distance. Xia Xiaonuan’s heart was pounding frantically; she felt like she was in a dream.
"Xiaonuan... it’s alright now." Situ Yan whispered in her ear.
Xia Xiaonuan finally came back to herself, slowly raised her head.
But suddenly noticed that Situ Yan’s forehead was sweating, his complexion was terrible.
Why was he so frightened? That’s not right...
Where’s this strong scent of blood coming from?
Just then, the driver glanced in the mirror, shocked, and said, "Yandi, you’re injured!"
"Shut up," Situ Yan said coldly through clenched teeth.
Xia Xiaonuan looked up and grabbed his arm.
Situ Yan frowned and grunted softly.
Xia Xiaonuan pulled back her hand, then saw that her palm was covered in slick, bright red blood!
Unable to help herself, she used her other hand to cover her mouth and gagged.
Situ Yan frowned and said, "Stay away from me."
Xia Xiaonuan gagged a few more times, suppressing the nauseating smell of blood, turned around, and hurriedly took off Situ Yan’s jacket.
Because the jacket was black, it was impossible to see bloodstains.
However... once the white shirt inside was opened, she saw that from the shoulder down the left arm, it was all drenched in red.
"You... you’ve been shot?" Xia Xiaonuan was incredibly shocked, "Why didn’t you say anything earlier?"
She suddenly recalled hearing gunfire at the airport. Situ Yan’s body flinched, but amidst the chaos, he pulled her away with agility, making her think he hadn’t been hit.
He actually endured for so long under such circumstances?
"Such a minor injury means nothing to me," Situ Yan said through clenched teeth, then reached out to cup her face with an evil smile. His palm was icy cold.
Sweat from his forehead had already trickled down to his cheek. Clearly in unbearable pain, he acted as if nothing mattered!
Xia Xiaonuan looked at his shoulder, completely at a loss.
"What to do? What do we do now? Does it hurt?"
Situ Yan forced a smile through gritted teeth, "Not at all! Even if it does hurt, I’ll never admit it in front of my woman!"
In an instant, Xia Xiaonuan’s eyes were brimming with tears.
She couldn’t dare meet Situ Yan’s gaze for fear of feeling guilty and sad.
She looked at the driver and said, "To the hospital! Quick!"
"No!" Situ Yan coldly said, "Back to the Lot Empire!"
Blood on his hand had started to trickle down, dripping into the car.
Like blooming deadly poppies, the car was filled with bloodshed.
Xia Xiaonuan, horrified, looked at him with tearful eyes, "You’re losing so much blood!"
"It’s fine."
Situ Yan used another hand to cup her face, his eyes flickering with complex and profound feelings.
He lowered his head, softly muttering, "Xiaonuan... you’re crying; this time your tears are finally shed for me."
Xia Xiaonuan felt helpless.
"At a time like this... you..."
Situ Yan lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"I’m fine... really fine..."